"Hello, is this the Sheriff's Office?" "Yes. What can I do for you?" "I'm calling to report about my Hippy neighbor .... He's hiding marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite know how he gets it inside them logs, but he's hiding it there." "Thank you very much for the call, sir." The next day, the Sheriff's Deputies descend on The Hippy's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They sneer at the Hippy and leave. Shortly, the phone rings at The Hippy's house. "Hey, Bro! This is Drew....Did the Sheriff come?" "Yeah!" "Did they chop your firewood?" "Yep!" "Happy Birthday, Bro!"
Well, Hippy doesn't have to chop the firewood, because Drew made the cops do it... so, now Hippy can relax near the fireplace with his friends, and enjoy his birthday with a nice big joint... yeah baby
a hippy dies and goes to the pearly gates. upon arrival, saint peter looks at his book and says,"i'm sorry there seems to be a mistake. you are supposed to go to the other place." the hippy looks and sees god walking by and says,"hey god! you remember that time i was tripping on acid and i saw YOU? you said that we would spend all eternity together." god looking a bit embarrassed says,"oh, sorry man, i must have been drunk at the time."
How many hippies does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Hippies don't screw in lightbulbs, they screw in sleeping bags!
